Master P - Love hate (feat. helleluya) Lyrics
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- Love hate (feat. helleluya) Lyrics
Album: Ghetto Bill [Intro] Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think I'll never speak on my people [Chorus 4X: Master P] Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time [Master P] It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne They'd rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger And you ain't real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne I try to change my life, I try to do right But I feel like a felon on my third strike Cops pull me over, try to harass me I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne And the ghetto is infected with AIDS I've done seen so many young black males on the pave' Died with they eyes open, leave momma's heart broken Got that dope in the hood, niggaz still smokin No education mayne, just inflation mayne A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne Niggaz'll test you when they know you a killer My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em Damn [Chorus] [Halleluyah] I pour out liquor for my niggaz who done fell victim Whether they behind the trigger or the shell hit 'em, listen I guzzle beers for my brothers that's missin Whether they in a box or they locked in state prison nigga Tattooed tears, to represent the day Of the ones that caught that hot slug to the head mayne This for my niggaz on the block misled Who think they gotta hold glocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne Listen instead, I think I got a better plan To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man Switch the hustle, try to get your mind on gettin legit in the world, nigga get your grind on Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today And you'll see, your paper start to multiply The same thing that make you laugh, man'll make you cry [Chorus]
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